Alcatraz Haunted Stories Novels & Stories

“I know you didn’t push Vivien down the stairs. It’s not something you would do… and soon, they will all know it as well.” I let out a breath and looked away from her. I had cried so much when they first threw me in here that all the tears inside me had dried up. I couldn’t shed another. “We are going to get you out of here, Joanne…” Talia whispered when I still hadn’t said anything. “Just hang on, just a little bit longer.” Then, she was gone. I let out a scoff and shook my head once I was truly alone again. I’ve heard stories about those who were locked in these types of dungeons. They were typically beaten until they admitted the truth, and then they were killed in some of the most horrif

“Cage, accompany the lady back. When you return to Ducroft, you will find that I have fulfilled my promise. You used to be a despicable man but you have my thanks for helping me when you didn’t have to. Goodbye now.” Hearing about Natalia’s death, the first emotion Alana felt was horror. As Natalia was the anchor, her death would pull them back in time. But as the days passed, especially on her way back to the capital, there was no distortion or major incident. In fact, everything progressed smoothly. Things like that made Alana question what she knew.

Athalia said while talking to the phone with Illac. "Make sure that you are gambling for the right one, Tally. We would not want to have any inconveniences and get Solana killed," Illac said. Athalia can feel the seriousness from his voice at the end of the phone line. Athalia cannot mention Sybil's name because she does not even suppose to know about her in the first place, Kala had her hidden until Athalia saw the two of them two years ago during an accident in the Scorch Hills.

And why she was looking at me as if she was going to murder me. I shook my head and decided to keep my eyes and my mind just to get to a safer place. After driving for almost an hour, I I saw the destination where that ghost was taking me. I saw a building. It was declared as one of the most dangerously haunted places in America. It was said that while building the eleventh floor, the tenth and the uncompleted eleventh floor fell on the people who were working on the ninth floor. Hundreds of people died in that incident. And now, the building was protected by those ghosts. They did not let go of that building.

From what he could remember, there had been no mention of any crypt in the plans of the Victorian builders who constructed the asylum. A dead end. As Alex read more of the speculation and gossip surrounding the de Montalts, Belle Vue and the Mephisto Club, he wondered if the Duc and his brother had simply been having fun at the expense of the gullible locals. The more outlandish and frightening the tales, the less likely curious eyes would bother them. He read the paragraph he’d seen before about their supposed supernatural powers and wondered what these rumors referred to—ghosts or flesh-and-blood people brought back to life like something out of Frankenstein?

He shook his head, "I was shocked to my bones when Dr. Angor found her one-day sitting in front of the cage of Number 6, talking to him." "When I came, I was more shocked to see Number 6...that huge wolf... was quiet. None of those raging howls, none of those angry grunts and snarls. It was quiet, just listening to Hazel speak." Even after all these years, his bafflement still reflected in his tone, "All the other prisoners, even from their own cages were quiet too...just listening to her little voice tell Number 6 a story."

“This clip from not too long ago: scout enters the east wing, starts muttering to himself after three minutes. Comes out screaming about voices in his head. Psych ward ever since. This photo, guy’s eyes burned out, no external wounds.” “This testimony from a survivor: ‘It felt like the walls were whispering my worst memories. I clawed my arms bloody to make it stop.’ These aren’t rumors. They’re documented. And here’s another, two brothers went in for a lost artifact. One came out babbling nonsense, the other never came back. Body found with melted eyes. Same pattern. The place messes with your mind if you’re not the right bloodline.” Dad stood up fast. “Enough of this. Valeria, go bring you

"I heard the demon inside him eats people alive." I almost laughed. Almost. Everyone had a story, and every story sounded slightly more outrageous than the one before it, as though each retelling demanded a little more blood, a little more horror, just to stay interesting. No one had proof. Not one servant claimed to have seen anything with their own eyes. It was strange how people feared Alpha Damien so much they had convinced themselves every rumor had to be true, layering each new whisper on top of the last until the truth itself had gone missing somewhere underneath all of it. Maybe they were right. Maybe they weren't. I supposed I would find out soon enough, one way or another.

She replied carelessly Stefan was clearly not expecting this, honestly neither was I “Is there any other transport that we can use to head airport, or private car that could drive us…we’ll pay extra if that require” I asked Candy “Don’t you know this while coming here?” Candy was curious “ That road to airport is considered as haunted” Candy said in pure Spooky voice “Your kidding me” I was watching her with bore eyes “There were 6 cab accident that happened on airport road after sunset in last year, there was no survivors which is why no cab driver drive to airport at late hours” Candy explained at same time Joshua walked back to reception holding dust pan filled with broken flower pot from

We raised our bottles and screamed in unison, “Cheers!!” As the night deepens, we decided to share ghost stories and urban legends about LUAHU. Diana told a lot of stories and I loved how she was so knowledgeable about the entire island which got everyone so attentive. Harry excused himself to the bathroom while we were all getting goosebumps with Diana’s creepy stories that is still going around here. Suddenly, my phone started ringing in the pocket of my shorts, as I pulled it out, it was Charles calling me, for the very first time.